Roxy didn't be intimate how long she had been in this positioning. She was on her stifle and her body bent forward till her side touched the mild cloth beneath her. A leather shoulder strap across the scruff of her neck kept her head down. Two stage set of padded simpleness, standardized to those used in a mental institution for restraining out-of-control patients, were fastened around her ankles and calves, keeping her legs firmly anchored to the ground. Her script her tied to her spinal column with the same kind of buffer restraint.

Her heart was pounding as anxiousness flooded her body like a swarm of locust. Her breath myopic and rapid as concern seeped into her very core. Not only was she restrained to a peak of no escape, she was also completely naked.

It didn't really take much imagination to know what's about to happen to her. After all, she did steal from Dragon, the rising anchor ring leader of the Stonehenge, a powerful drug trust. He was as unpitying as he was unforgiving. No one crossed Draco without getting off unscathed.

But she thought she was smarter than he was. She thought she could get away with the million dollars she took from him three days ago. She thought she was ahead of him and could move out of the country and do a living with the stolen money somewhere else.

Apparently, she was wrong.

Three time of day ago, she was at the aerodrome ready to get across the Mexican custom to board a flight to France. Then, two military officer came and apprehended her for suspiciousness of smuggling drugs. Of class that was not the casing as she was never searched nor was she brought to the police place for farther questioning.

Instead, she was brought to an abandoned warehouse far away from civilization and manhandled by three wolf. arcminute later, she was stripped bare and saltation into this disgracing posture.

rue crept into her. But it was too late now. genus Draco never forgave. And he never showed mercy.

Suddenly, the porta of the door pulled her out of her sentiment. A man dressed in a visible radiation blue shirt and black slacks, with his sleeves rolled up, walked into the room.

"That's her ?"a man dressed in a get off blue shirt and shameful slack asked. His tone was curt and genteel. He was clearly educated.

"Yeah. That's her."another man, dressed in black leather crownwork and dungaree, growled. As if telling her that she was in big trouble.

Not that she didn't know that already.

The Genteel man gave the room a brief inspection."Not the most hygiene of office I've been to. And the inflammation is poor."

"Don't worry about it. I have a flashlight."the early man held out his cellphone.

Genteel man gave the other guy a feel of antipathy but since the payment he had received was much generous than he usually got, he figured he would let that slide. Whatever the char had a beef with the men he had seen coming in here, he didn't want to be a character of it. And God, she was tied in such a ignominious side. His hammer hardened just by watching her somewhat ass and her hairless pussy.

Genteel man set his briefcase on the level near the terrace the womanhood was on. He took out a plastic bag from the briefcase and torus it heart-to-heart, before removing a clear charge plate speculum from it.

Since the woman was set quite low, he had to kneel down to get a leveled view of her cunt. Usually he didn't prefer his patient being propped to such an inconvenient height, much less in such a terrible attitude. But he would be lying if he said he didn't know why. The summit of her slit was leveled to his pelvic girdle when he stood. She was perfectly positioned for the convenience of the men that were going to fuck her. He briefly wondered if her arsehole would meet the same fate before slapping it down.

I have a job to do. maledict it. He reminded himself.

He placed the speculum on the all-encompassing distance between her pegleg and went back to his briefcase to get a thermionic valve of lubricator and a pair of alloy thong. He placed the two token powerful beside the speculum. From his breast pocket, he pulled out two rubber eraser gloves and snapped it on.

The snapping of the rubber gloves made Roxy jolted in concern. With limited battlefield of vision, she couldn't see and had no idea what was happening behind her. Then, she felt two fingers rubbing something assuredness along her pussycat. She jerked away from the touch by lifting her ass higher. The fingers followed and she lowered her ass to get away.

"I can't do my job if she's moving this much."the Genteel man complained.

"clutch on."the other guy said. After some clanking of metal, the guy came to his face."motion away doc, might get a little messy."

Roxy couldn't see but she could hear the shambling of feet as the man stood and removed himself away from her. Then, she felt something round and common cold pressed against her SOB. Her organic structure instantly tensed in horror. Fraction of a second base later, she was struggling madly. She cursed and shouted like a pissed off thankless wretch as the leather jacket garment man pushed the object into her harder.

Her dickhead soon puckered, giving debut to the round of golf object. A acute painful sensation rippled through her soundbox. But that wasn't just the end of it. The man pushed the object deeper into her and she could soon shit out the bender length attached to the round ball.

The object inside her prick was then tugged upwards, hoisting her bare ass up. She tried to agitate against the wrench but with her finespun asshole on the line of reasoning, she had no alternative but to hold. Once she was pulled taunt between the chasteness on her pegleg and some variety of hook in her ass, the man in leather jacket walked into her persuasion. His hired hand was holding a Mexican valium which he then tied to a metal flange attached to the bench she was on.

"There. All still."he said dryly before plunging two fingers roughly into her lubricated pussy.

Roxy tensed at the abrasive intrusion. Other than that, she couldn't move an inch more. The last defense force she once had was finally shattered with the instalment of the hook.

Securely bound, Genteel man approached her again. This metre, his touch incurred no movement. To realize trusted she was truly secured, he smacked the rachis of the speculum and hammered the moldable implement into her snatch. Such a force would take a woman leaped out of the gynaecology chair in ira. Clearly, this patient didn't have that sumptuousness. A tiny vox inside him told him to stuff the affair harder but he ignored it.

Her pussy remained fairly still, held into place like a motionless sex replica waiting to receive a cock. His shaft stirred and hardened again at the thought. Five years in the field, he had never once had an erecting during his job. But this one alone had given him twice in just 10 proceedings. This was haywire. He shouldn't be aroused by something like this. Not by a woman that was clearly being restrained against her will.

He took a deep hint to calm his nerve. He needed to focus on his job. He opened the speculum. Her slit parted, revealing all its fuckable pinkness to him. Her pleas only reminded him that she never wanted this. Keeping the speculum open with one script, he took the pair of lash with the other.

"Light."he said.

The other guy turned his cellphone's camera light on and glint the beam into her disunite twat. After angling it a few metre, the spark finally revealed a bantam red string at her neck. With the flip-flop, Genteel man grabbed the end of the drawstring and tugged it. Gradually, a thin cylindrical rod poked out of the petite opening.

"Done."he finally said when the rod was completely out of her pussy.

Roxy's grimace paled. They had just removed her IUD, a tiny twist that had kept her immune from the complications of pregnancy. There was only one reason they got that out of her and she didn't like it at all.

"She will go back to her usual cycle in a few weeks."Genteel man informed."I'm obliged to evidence you to use protection to avoid STI, but I suppose that won't be the case."

"Oh, she's getting everything bare, doc. cock and cum."the other guy said sardonically."Say, doc. Want to get a piece of that pussy ?"

"I'll pass."the Genteel man said with a husky voice."I think she's going to experience mess of putz today. You have quite a group out there."

"The more the merrier."the guy insisted.

"Thanks but I have an appointment later."

"well, I guess I shouldn't hold you anymore, doc."

Genteel man gave a curt nod and walked towards the doorway. He silently wished the woman good fortune for whatever they were planning, it certainly wouldn't be a joy ride.

"If you do change your intellect, doc, you can always add up back."the early guy called out."Her pussy ain't going no where and she'll welcome your cock. Am I right, Roxy ?"

"I'll think about it."he replied. In his brain, he was already contemplating his schedules.

The threshold was closed and Roxy felt a sudden chill down her spine. She was really going to be fucked now. She begged for mercy countless of times when she was forcefully manhandled into this position only to be told that no amount of pleading would save her.

"I'm for certain you know why you are here ? Roxy ?"Leather jacket asked with a cold voice.

"I'm sorry, I'll give him back the money."

The man crouched in figurehead of her and retch her an evil grin."Oh, you can keep the money. Draco has no pauperism for the million dollar mark you stole. But no one should get that much of money without working, am I right ?"

Roxy could only stare blankly at the man as her face paled.

"At a rate of 150 dollars per screw,"he then placed his mouth over her ear,"how many fucks do you imagine a million dollar could get ?"

"No. I'll give you the money-"she was cut of with a palm on her mouth.

"Like I said, we don't need your money. Roxy. We simply going to fuck the one million dollars out of your body."he took a deep breathing place of her hair."With 15 percent sake. Of course."

Roxy shivered at his words. She didn't need to have a go at it math to find out how many.

It was simply too many to count.

The end .